These
are some of the ghost stories and spirit encounters that have been
sent in by readers.

After my grandma
passed, she came to say goodbye to myself, my husband, and my two
kids in the middle of the night. She was very close with my kids.
Apparently she woke my daughter and my daughter came to get me. I
walked her to her room and as she tried to sleep, she kept getting
up and looking around saying grandma was there adn that she going to
each of our rooms to say goodbye. She came back to my daughter's
room and talked to her. I watched my daughter cry and talk to her,
asking her grandma why, saying goodbye, and that she loved her. Then
my daughter got up, put her arms up and around to hug her grandma
goodbye and she lay back down and cried herself to sleep. It was the
most beautiful thing I ever witnessed. I guess I wouldn't call it a
ghost encounter, but rather an encounter with our angel. (My
daughter still remembers this like it was yesterday... We were very
blessed.) --Melinda

When I was little,
I used to play with this beautiful little Native American girls. She
wore a buckskin dress and a beaded head band. We played dress up
with my dolls, had tea parties, hide and seek, peek-a-boo, the
works. When my mom was about to come and see what all kinds of fun I
was having, she would disappear back into our fireplace. My mom used
to say "That's nice baby, but could you and your imaginary friend
play a little quieter?' I insisted that she was real, my mother
patronized me and just said, "Okay Sweety, but please play quieter,
can y'all do that for momma please?" We played as quietly as we
could. This went on for a few years until I started kindergarten.

Years later, as a
teen, I found one of my grandmaw's old photo albums one Saturday
afternoon, noticed it had old family photos in it and sat down with
my mom and grandmaw and started going through it and asking
questions. Came to a photo of a beautiful little Native American
girl in a pretty 1930's-40's era dress, pointed at it and said "Mom,
who's this? I've seen her before." My mom and grandmaw both looked
at the picture, exchanged a weird look, and my grandmaw answered,
"No baby, you couldn't have. That's my sister Faye, and she died
before you were born." I looked at them and in a clear and certain
tone said "Mom, this is the little girl I used to play with at our
house. The one that I told you lived in the fireplace."

My grandmaw then
ask me to tell her the story as it had just happened. I told them of
how I used to wish for someone to play with, as I was an only child
at the time. They reminded me that my little brother (he's 6'5 now
and I still call him my little brother!) was only four years younger
than me and that we used to play all the time. I said, "Yeah, but at
the time I'm talking about he was still just a stupid baby to me and
besides, he was always a dumb boy, and I wanted to play girl games
sometimes." They reminded me of my best friend Laurie, but she had
moved away and moved back till it wasn't funny, and the last time
they stayed moved away. Told them how the little girl had come out
of the fireplace and asked if I knew how to play hide and seek, and
how she would disappear back into the fireplace when she heard my
mom coming to see why, all of a sudden, it sounded like two girls
playing instead of just one.

Momma apologized
for not believing me, and my grandmaw was speechless. Nine years ago
I became a mother to a beautiful little girl with strawberry red
hair. A year later, I had a set of boy/girl twins (one boy, one
girl). Six years ago, I was sitting here in my living room, looking
up stuff on my computer, when I swear I heard three little girls
playing in their room. I knew it was just girls, because my son was
sitting beside me on the floor playing with his cars. Instead of
storming down the hall as my mom had always done, I sneaked down the
hall and there were my daughters playing with the same little Native
American girl I had played with as a child. She turned and winked at
me, then faded away. I haven't seen her since, but sometimes I can
still hear three girls instead of just two!

My brother told me
earlier tonight that he used to play with a little blonde boy who
lived in the woods. Except for my aunts' houses up the hill from
ours, we were the last house on the right with acres and acres of
trees around us, and the nearest neighbor lived one mile away
through the woods. Their youngest son is my age, and while we used
to play with them, he said this would happen while we were all at
school, my dad at work, and just him and my mom there. My Aunt Bob
and my Aunt Marie never had any children. He said the boy would walk
out of a sudden mist, even on sunny days. He said this happened up
until he started kindergarten too. Don't know who the spirit could
have been, since neither of us have ever found a corresponding
photo, as I had done. My mom speculates that it might have been her
younger, but older than her, brother. Said brother was born between
her and my Uncle Wally and he only lived for a few hours. We may
never know. --Anna

When I was born, I
was very sick. Colic and severe respiratory issues had my mother
constantly on her toes with me. After a particularly long morning
with me, my mother had finally gotten me laid down for a nap. Just
as she got sat down in her room, next to mine, of course, I started
screaming and coughing. As my mother started to get up, she heard
her mother tell her, "Rest. I've got her."

She listened to
footsteps cross my room, then the sound of someone in the rocking
chair, slowly rocking me, and her mother singing, "I've got a lovely
bunch of coconuts."

I quieted, and my
mother heard footsteps carrying me back to my crib.

Not so unusual for
a grandma to help take care of her sick granddaughter, right? My
grandmother died 6 years before I was born. -Erin

When I was
younger, about 18 or 19, I allowed myself to be quite open with my
channeling. I was at a friend’s house and I was talking about it
and, as any group of young people does, they requested a
demonstration. Now just a few months earlier, my mother-n-law was
killed in a car wreck and it just so happened that she is who made
herself known to us that evening.

It began as it
usually would. I would ask for a visitor to be known and within a
few seconds I could “see” her standing behind my husband, her son.
She spoke for a moment, and then I followed her as she went to the
back of the house. Now we were in the center of the house. There
were bedrooms in the back, and some in the front. As she went to the
back, I noticed that she was going toward the room my seven-year-old
son was sleeping in. I watched as she touched his head and kissed
him, then she made her way through the house, to the bedroom her
other grandson, who was just a little over a year old, was sleeping
in. Again, she touched his head and kissed him and left the room. As
she vanished, the youngest woke up screaming and crying as if he had
been startled awake. -Laura

My
paternal grandmother visited me in my apartnent when I lived alone .
Her face hovered in front of me, smiling.....then vanished after a
few minutes. 10 minutes after this, my mother phoned me to tell me
Nan had just died. I believe she was saying goodbye. I am fortunate
to be open to spirits. -Mary

I've had several
experiences... quite a few were pranksters... In Texas City, Texas
about 35 years ago, I woke up about two feet above my bed and I
demanded he put me down. He did, and I only bounced once, lol. He
would also stroke my hair at night sometimes, once he realized he
couldn't scare me. And yes, I know it was a he.

Another time in
Lawrenceburg, Indiana I was renovating a house I was living in.
There was a man and a small child. The child, a little girl (I was
told by a good friend) would pet my cat while it sat on the stairs.
The man was my protector, and prankster. While taking a break from
renovating, things would disappear, like my hammer. I would go
downstairs and ask him please to put it back, so I could finish. I
promised not to change it too much. I went back upstairs and it was
lying next to where I had been sitting on the floor. He also liked
to look at books I had lying on the floor next to where I slept. I
could lay there and watch the pages turn.

A co-worker asked
me if I noticed anything strange in that house, as she had lived
there years before. I started telling her a few things and she said,
yes, it happened to her too, and that is why she moved. Scared her
to death. I've been living with this a long time... doesn't scare me
at all. -Jane

I was about six
and living in Ankara, Turkey (military), and for about two weeks
just about every night I would wake up to go to the bathroom and
would see four figures (men) with those curved swords. It was like
they were standing guard. Every time I tried to get out of bed they
would start to come towards me. It was a little scary, but I never
felt like I was in danger. It seemed like they were protecting me
from something. Of course, I started wetting the bed and my mom just
thought I was having nightmares. She started leaving the bathroom
light on for me and after that I never saw them again! -Kimberly

(This was a reply
to the above comment on our Facebook page. Not a ghost story, but
interesting nonetheless.)

As a psychic I
would like to tell some of the gangbangers who kill their enemies
that they might want to think about what you're doing because you
may get rid of the body but the spirit of the dead can come back and
haunt you, and/or it can go back to its own gang and put ideas into
the heads of the humans who can come after you and kill you and send
you to the spirit world to be with the one you thought you got rid
of. This is all true, and I know this because I've been living with
the spirits of the dead for years, and the guides want me to pass
these things on to those who kill and maim here on earth, so they'll
think twice before they cause the death of another human or pet. Yes, the spirits of our dogs and cats live on in
the afterlife, and can visit those they love and also those they
hate. So don't be surprised if you kill or abuse a dog that the
spirit of a devil dog may return to seek vengance against those who
hurt or killed them. -Rosemary

When I was 11, an
older man who like a papa to me passed away. He came back and told
me he was alright now, then he walked into a bright light. When my
mom passed she came back, but she walked out of the bright light and
said "I love you" and walked back in. When my daughter was one, she
started talking about her angel friend. When she was three, I heard
her talking, so I walked into her room asked who she was talking to.
She replied, "The devil and her angel were fighting over her soul."
I asked who won. She said her angel.

My son started
seeing and hearing things at a young age. He wouldn't sleep in his
room because a black arm tried to touch him. I had the house
blessed. My son wasnt home when it was done, but when he got home he
said he was going to sleep in his bed and has slept there ever
since. The night before I did blessed the house, I woke up at 3 am
and walked to the living room. There were four men - spirits -
sitting on my couch. I told them they had a choice. They could leave
on their own, or I would make them, but to stop scaring my son. I
think his angel is named Samel. He said he stopped them. Now he will
hear someone talk, but it's only a word not a whole sentence. He
told his teacher one day that someone whispered a scream in his ear.
She asked me if I thought he needed someone to talk to. I laughed
and said he's not sick, just more gifted than most. I just tell him
to say "stop and go away" and once he tells them that, he's fine.
There have been times I have dreamed someone has died before they
have. I could go on and on about things that we have seen and heard.
But I am so blessed to have been able to see and hear that our loved
ones are still around. It might be a smell, touch, or hearing your
name called out and you look and no one is there, but they are. -
Sonja